Numerous white flows constantly emerged at the beginning of the line, traversing a long path. Everything occurred normally until a new white flow appeared. As soon as it did, a black vortex materialized, sucking in two white flows, without the vortex realizing that a new one had emerged at the same instant.
After an indefinite period, the vortex reappeared, expelling the two white flows.
One of them, visibly stronger, was then controlled by an unknown force. The other, smaller one, stuck to the larger, was taken along.
The unknown force controlled the two white flows to emerge into the body of a beautiful blue-haired woman, oblivious to this strange manifestation.
Inside the woman's body, the larger white flow lodged itself in something under development.
The smaller flow, still attached to the larger one, tried to lodge alongside it, however, it was repelled, fading away immediately after.
Adrift, without the protection of the strange force, the smaller white flow withered rapidly, forcing its awakening in search of survival.
"Where am I?" the white flow wondered. Darkness reigned, and the white flow was too weak to see anything.
However, through its senses, a light shone brightly. Instinctively, the flow approached, only to be repelled again.
This time, the white flow was conscious. A wave of memories flooded its mind.
"Tang San?" the flow murmured, still somewhat groggy. With nothing else to do, it approached the light again, being repelled once more.
"Tang Sect... Tang Da..." Countless times, the white flow tried to approach the light, being repelled repeatedly, but each time, new knowledge emerged.
"Hidden Weapons..."
"Mysterious Heaven Skill..."
"Purple Demon Eye..."
Until the moment arrived when there was no more knowledge to be acquired. However, despite the knowledge acquired, as a consequence of being repelled numerous times, the flow became small, so small that it bordered on nonexistence.
"Am I going to die?" the white flow wondered.
With what little consciousness it possessed, it sought a way to stay alive.
However, without sight, it could only rely on its weak consciousness. Fortunately, the place where it found itself was an environment of great vitality.
Using what little consciousness it possessed, the white flow floated through the black space, heading towards a blue light. As it approached, it realized it was a blue-silver grass, with a characteristic vein of embedded gold.
With no other option, the white flow approached the grass. Unlike trying to access the white light, this time, it managed to lodge itself in the blue-silver grass.
Surrounded by the blue light of the silver grass, the flow felt comfortable, nourished by the energy emanating from the light.
An unknown time passed. Sometimes, the blue-silver grass moved uncontrollably, and in those moments, the white flow wondered if it would be extinguished.
Fortunately, it was in the core of the blue-silver grass, and thanks to this, it managed to maintain its fragile existence, nourishing itself each time with the blue energy of the grass.
Everything changed suddenly. Its neighbor, the larger white flow, left the black void.
The smaller white flow, accustomed to the existence of this unfriendly neighbor, felt somewhat uncomfortable. But it wasn't long before everything changed again.
The blue-silver grass began to disappear. The smaller white flow would cease to exist along with it.
With no choice, the white flow left the blue-silver grass, carrying as much blue energy as possible with it.
Without the nourishment of the blue energy, the flow lost its little remaining consciousness, entering a state of unconsciousness.
Surrounded by the blue energy, it floated through the world, following its survival instinct, seeking a new home.
However, nothing worked.
The blue energy kept it alive, but it also prevented it from lodging in something to maintain its existence.
Perhaps by luck, or by a predetermined destiny, the white flow was drawn to something. A fragile existence.
A green-haired woman cradled a black-haired man in her arms. The man, with a purplish face and a bloodied mouth, was dead.
However, unconscious, the flow followed only its instinct, seeking refuge in the green-haired woman's body.
In the same way that the larger white flow did, the smaller white flow lodged in something that was forming, but on the verge of falling into nonexistence.
Thanks to the emergence of the white flow, life could be saved.
As soon as it lodged in the being that had not even fully developed, it encountered what was causing the destruction of that being.
Two plants attacked each other relentlessly. One, with a sickly green color, exhaled a stream of air with the smell of rotten fish.
The other, black, stretched its roots to entangle the other plant. However, its roots only lasted a few seconds before melting on the sickly green.
Despite this, the green gas was not strong enough to melt the black plant.
If they continued to fight this way, sooner or later there would be a winner, but before that happened, the body that had not even formed an embryo would be the first to collapse.
However, thanks to the arrival of the white flow, the fight was interrupted.
The blue energy that previously enveloped the white flow dissipated, revealing a new plant.
A blue-silver grass.
Sensing the presence of the new plant, the two rivals united to attack it.
The roots of the blue-silver grass were enough to subdue them.
As soon as it suppressed the two rebellious plants, the blue-silver grass transformed into blue energy again, enveloping the two sickly green and black plants.
After enveloping the two plants, they merged into a sphere before disappearing.
The white flow, with nothing to stop it, merged into the weak existence that wished to emerge.
--------------------------------------------------
"Jing Fei..." Whispered the green-haired woman as she caressed the face of the black-haired man who lay dead.
"Not even you could withstand my poison..." Murmured the woman as she continued to caress the man's face.
The woman stood up, covering the man's face, which was already acquiring a greenish hue.
The woman, with a pale and exhausted face, left the house, gazing at the stars in the night sky.
Her face was still wet with freshly shed tears.
That same night, a cabin burned down, washing away the man's ashes.